Never expect less from a boring party.

Title : Never expect less from a boring party.

Rating : I'm not sure with ratings, it's between M and NC-17 I think.. at the end at least..

Paring: GSR ( Grissom/Sara )

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.. if I did, they would've been together a long time ago.. Not mine, it's Anthony Zuicker but if I was, then it would be a world gone mad. This is a story before Way to Go..

Summary : A party held by Sheriff Atwater starts boring but ends up quiet passionate for the two.

A/N : I already have this story complete but I decided to just make chapters and post a chapter each week… I wrote this with fun and there are some english mistakes but I'm Dutch so.. XD No wonder… ehr, only thing left to say is ; Have fun reading!

Chapter one : What the hell are we doing?

There was thé man of her dreams, just a few feet away from her. He looked more than hot in his black suit. She never saw him dressed like this ; decent. In the lab he usual wore a polo shirt with a vest. She wondered how he'd look like if he was -..

Someone interrupted her thought.

'And let me introduce you to one of the best CSI's here in Las Vegas.'

Sara turned around to see Sheriff Atwater with a man next to him, the sheriff had his hand placed on the shoulder of the man and smiled, of course it was one of his unique, fake smiles but no one actually cared.

'This is Sara Sidle, the woman I told you about,' the Sheriff paused to smile again towards Sara and his company. 'Before she worked here, she worked in San Francisco, we're very lucky to have her.'

The sheriff smiled once again with his fake one's while he pointed with his other free hand towards Sara.

'Miss Sidle, this is Mr. O'Conner. He's in town for business and he's a big supporter of our fund.'

Figures, he always comes with the big fishes.

Sara smiled warm but she wasn't enjoying it, the sheriff always introduced big supporters to her and the other CSI's, especially towards her since most of the supporters were actually single and so was she.

He was always kissing their asses while he could've done other, better things. All that for some money but than again, she can't really complain about it.

Thanks to that money, they could get new equipment and Greg could be promoted to a CSI level one a few years ago.

No, she couldn't forgot those things the Sheriff did for them, even if he didn't meant it like that.

Sara looked for a second at the hand that Mr. O'Conner was holding out and shook it.

'It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. O'Conner.'

'The pleasure is all mine.' The man said and smiled flirty.

Oh please, give me a bucket to throw up in.

Sara rolled her eyes and suddenly remembered what she was doing before, she immediately looked behind her but he was already gone.

Where is he? Where could he be? She thought desperately.

She knew that he could never feel something for her but she did feel something for him and that was all that mattered to her.

'Miss Sidle?' Sheriff Atwater asked, he waited for Sara to turn around and looked him in the eye before he spoke again. 'I see you're busy so,.. we'll leave you alone.'

Sara only nodded and turned once again, desperately looking for him with her eyes.

Where could he be? Where could he be? Did he leave already? That can't be.

Suddenly, she saw him sitting at the bar. He was alone, sat on a bar stool and looked in front of him.

The bar lights made him lighter, she saw his back, the muscles on his back were tights, it seemed like the jacket of his suit was a size to small, that he could ripe out of it anytime. And his hair, his salt and pepper hair was more light brown due to the light. Her own opinion was that it wouldn't hurt if it was darker or perhaps greyer but that was her.

If she was willing to take a chance, this was her moment because she knew this was her only chance to talk personal to him tonight.

She walked towards the bar and while she walked, his posture was begging for it.

She just wanted to lay him on the bar table and make sweet love to him.

The man looked so good sitting there and the best thing was that she had a full view of his tush.

Who was she kidding if she actually could lay him on the table anyway?

Once he pinned her down and he didn't hesitate either, did that meant something?

She sat next to him.

'Hey Griss.'

Grissom turned his head towards Sara while his hands were playing with a glass of scotch.

'Hey Sara,' He looked her in the eye, their eyes locked and god what was she melting from those blue eyes. One look and she was sold. 'Do you enjoy this so-called party just as I am?'

He looked in front of him and took a sip of his scotch.

'Well, if you put it like that,' She urged him to look at her, to make eye-contact and he did after a few seconds of silence while she lured him to look at him. He snapped his head up towards her and smiled sadly. 'Easy with the scotch, you don't want to get drunk now, do you?'

'It doesn't matter, I probably forget this party then.'

Grissom looked in front of him again and took another sip of his brownish coloured drink.

'And the best solution then is drinking, of course.. why didn't I thought about that?' Sara said sarcastic while she rolled her eyes.

'It sure is when you want to forget this stupid so-called party.'

There was a brief silence before Sara spoke again after she observed him.

'You know, I never saw you like this.'

He snapped his head up again and looked into her beautiful brown orbs.

' Saw me like what?'

' Like this, so disappointed,' Sara looked sneaky towards his tush. ' It's pathetic actually.'

'Well, I sure appreciate your valuable time to help me, Shrink Sidle,' He paused and didn't dare to look at her, instead, he looked in front of him towards some old wine bottles. 'When I need some bullshit I'll go right to the Sheriff, he got loads of them, but anyway, thank you for your opinion.' he said sarcastic while he turned his head towards her and looked into her chocolate coloured eyes.

'Do me a favor and kill the Sheriff, slow and painful, right what he deserves.' Sara responded sarcastic.

Sara stared in front of herself, losing the eye-contact she had with Grissom while she too ordered a scotch.

'So, you still didn't said if you'd enjoy this 'party'.' Grissom said to get their previous conversation back while he looked into his glass before taking another sip.

'I am,' Grissom looked at her with disbelief, Sara grinned in response. 'I am now.'

Grissom smiled.

'Here you go, Ma'am.' the bartender said while he gave Sara her scotch.

Sara turned her head to look at the bartender and smiled.

'Thank you,' the bartender walked away to dry some glasses. 'The good thing is that the drinks are free.'

Grissom snorted.

'Yeah, but maybe they let us pay for the toilets, you know Atwater.'

Sara laughed and looked him in the eye once again, she noticed that he gave her a flirty wink before taking another sip of his drink.

'And I must say; you look beautiful.. breathtaking..'

Grissom smiled at her and winked once again.

'Thank you but I don't think it's that… beautiful or breathtaking at all.' Sara said while she looked at herself for a second.

Grissom looked at Sara's whole body; she wore a silk, white dress.

The dress was long and it had a long V-cut, it was revealing yet neat, you couldn't see much of her breast but he had to admit that it was very attractive.

He went below towards her hips, her beautiful hips.

He went further below and licked his lips while he looked at a particular spot right between her legs.

He let his eyes wonder below, her legs were very long in this dress. He wondered if they were always this long because he never noticed it before.

After enjoying certain spots, he demanded his eyes to go further with their 'research'. His eyes wandered even more below, entering her feet but he couldn't see her feet however, they were covered by her dress.

She noticed him checking her out, licking his lips while he did so and she blushed. She found it somehow flattering that he of all men, Mr. Unemotional.. Thé Bugman, was checking her out and acted like a silly teenager while he did it.

'Well, I have my opinion and I'm still your boss – '' Sara cut him off.

'And what are you trying to say with that?! That you outrank me?! That you're always right?!

She showed him her tongue and heard him laugh.

'No but it's true, I'm much older and wiser then you.'

Sara let out a breath of disbelief.

'Much older? I don't think so, the difference isn't much and wiser? We'll see about that mister.'

'Are you challenging me, Miss Sidle?' He asked with disbelief.

'Yes,' Sara looked at him and saw a sparkle in his blue coloured eyes. 'And especially for you, it's ma'am.'

'Well, I'm sorry for that.. MA'AM.' Grissom said with a funny tone which made Sara laugh.

Grissom tried to take another sip of his drink but discovered that it was empty and looked into the glass.

'You're absolutely right, I shouldn't be drinking this much but I'm so thirsty.'

'Thirsty in what?' Sara asked teasingly.

He saw her wiggle her eyebrows in the corner of his eyes and his cheeks got a red blush.

After a long silence, he spoke again.

'I don't know,' He looked at her and wiggled his own eyebrows while he flirted with her, giving her a smile. 'You tell me.'

She put her hands on her sides, making a scoff.

'Do you really think I know everything about thát subject?'

Grissom grinned and distorted his head.

Sara smiled sweetly because he looked like a puppy who was begging for some attention.

'You tell me.' he said again, but this time he wasn't really asking but demanding it.

'Well, you can trust me,' she looked into his baby blue eyes and she knew for sure she saw a twinkle of curiosity in it. ' I think you had more sex than me.'

When she finished her sentence, his mouth fell open, literarily.

'And how do you know that I even hád sex?' he finally said with a knot in his throat and a very dry tongue.

'Oh, come on Grissom! Everyone had sex in their life, even you!' Sara yelled out loud with her hands in her sides.

Everybody immediately looked at Sara and Grissom.

Sara started to blush but Grissom, however, simply smiled and ordered again.

'Can I have the strongest drink that you own?' Grissom asked.

'Sure.' the bartender replied and searched through his liquor cabins.

Sara was stunned that Grissom wasn't embarrassed at all, not even a shy smile or so and he acted very normal, well, normal for him.

The bartender got his strongest drink of alcohol and filled Grissom's glass with it.

'Here you go,' he said while he filled Grissom's glass, ' I hope that you called a cab to get home.'

Grissom raised his head up towards the bartender and looked into his green eyes.

'Excuse me?' he asked.

'I said that I hoped that you called a cab to get home because if you'll drink this all, you'll get drunk for sure.' the bartender replied but this time only a little louder than before.

The bartender smiled and pointed towards the glass and walked away to dry some glasses.

Grissom lifted the glass and brought it towards his lips to take a sip of it, Sara watched him intensely while her mind was running wild.

'If you want, I can drive you home.' she said quick and innocent.

He turned his head towards Sara and smiled.

'I'd like that, thank you. I'm probably already to drunk to be driving now.'

'No problem, I love to take you home.'

She bit her lip, did I just said that?

She smiled while she grabbed her own glass, which was untouched since the bartender came to fill it, and took a sip of it to cool her down.

She was feeling very hot, she knew that you could see her cheeks turning red.

Suddenly someone put his hands on their shoulders, both were shocked due to the sudden movement.

'Hey, how are you two doing? Getting bored?' the man behind them said.